The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

"I thought the city was vibrant today... I can't believe this was happening"

I snort silently at Kaylis, who shrugs like that. And I also thought the city people were floating around.

As we walked the streets again after leaving the store, we were headed in the direction where many of the people on the road were pointing their feet.

If you're saying that today is the birthday of the brave man, you should have that born brave man in this city. You're not even celebrating my birth, are you?

... "Birth” shouldn't mean anything was born today.

That probably means it was today that I was officially certified by the Church to be a 'brave man'. If you say so, 'as a brave man' birthday is the one.

Four other people besides me had a frigid look... but only I felt a strong threat to its existence.

Because there's nothing else I can do but not think about a certain possibility.

- Could that brave man be as “reincarnated” as I am?

This is by no means an unlikely story more than there is a precedent for me.

Whether or not that brave man is equipped with programming knowledge will change the story, but I'm pretty sure he thinks he can use magic beyond being held by brave men and others.

And the problem is its strength and personality.

Because even this me can destroy the Empire by myself without the promise of immortality that I made with your brother.

That nightmare night, in case my family had been murdered by bandits, that assumption could have become a reality.

Conversely, the Promise of Indestructibility protects the Demons from the threat of me.

In addition, it is also true that the presence of Reggie and LeLaura is softening my way of treating and thinking about non-human races.

... If the newly born brave man and he did not have a gentle heart and showed strength equal to or greater than mine... it would be very dangerous for the world.

In some cases, the possibility of conflict with me sooner or later...

"Master Sefi? What have you done?

You had an unconsciously scary face, and Mr. Nelvia, who was peeking into my face, had a worrying look on his face.

I shake my neck to the side with a grin to reassure her.

And you should read my mood deeply. Mr. Nelvia nodded again and again with a strong empathetic look.

"I know how you feel about Master Sefi. Aside from Master Sefi, you name the" brave man. "What a good place for the undelivered. I'll get rid of it right away."

"Right. I don't think there's anyone stronger than your husband, but I want to see what he's capable of."

Two extremists at our party are starting to say something noisy. Please don't.

I turned my anticipating gaze to Kaylis, the moderate of the party, to get them to forgive me.

Kaylis, please, as always.

………………

Oh, that? Why are you keeping your mouth shut, Kaylis? Maybe you didn't hear what I was saying? That's not true, is it?

And the other moderate, Lurola, is sleeping on Mr. Nelvia's back.... Are you sleepy now that you're full...?

Is politics where the opposition (stoppers) are not functioning so horrible!?

As I was war-torn tasting one scale of the horrors of authoritarian politics, I could inadvertently hear cheers coming from the front. If you look at it, it's like a large square in front of a church in the heart of the city, surrounded by a lot of people.

And at its center, there's one person who's all alone in people's gaze.

Sunset red hair with healthy shades of skin.

“She”, dressed in luxurious courtesy clothes that seemed to cost enough money to see in the distance, waved to the crowd paying attention to herself, smiling lightly with a calm look.

The appearance is, no matter what, a “toddler" of one or two years old.

But her wrapped atmosphere and calm attitude. And if you look at how clearly you seem to have yourself, it's clear to everyone that that's not the only one.

"- Nice to meet you, I'm 'Crito'. It's been good enough to keep the Demons close."

She assured me that she was not lost - I had to refrain from chills because of the "Crito” grin.